It started in Secondary school. We had a lad who I will call Gilbert came to our school late on. He had been asked to leave two boarding schools and a really expensive private school. His parents move close to where I lived. I'll tell you a bit more about them in a minute. I cannot tell you that much about them as Gilbert grew up and became a household name on TV. He, Gilbert was an absolute pain in the arse and was generally hated by everyone, teachers included. My mates and I made it quite clear to him that mess with us he would get more than he bargained for. He was always getting beaten by someone. His father, or should I say his father's chauffeur would drive him to school most days. The days he couldn't Gilbert would take the bus. That soon stopped as he never got on the bus without getting another beating. T hen his step mother would collect and drop him off in the Lamborghini. Compared to his father that was probably close to sixty years old, his step mother was five years older than we were, which made her twenty five. To say she was a trophy wife was an understatement. She was absolutely cracking. The looks, the body and the money, she was every boys dream. Then we all turned seventeen and his daddy bought him a brand new car. It was only at school one day and went back home covered in scratches. I think every pupil in school put at least one scratch on it. I certainly did. As I suspect did some of the teachers. We never saw the car again. His step mum was having to bring and drop him off more and more often. I looked forward to seeing the green Lamborghini and her sat in it. I had just turned eighteen and was the oldest in my class. The bell had rung for the end of day and I passed Gilbert getting his final beating of the day and walked out the school gates with two mates. There she was, stood leaning against the Lamborghini. As we got level with her she spoke to us and asked if we were in Gilbert's classes. We said that we were and she informed us that Saturday week was his birthday, She went on to say she was arranging a birthday party for him and would we like to attend. We of course said yes. Now being eighteen there might be some free booze. We arrived early on the Saturday to their huge house. Besides six of us from his current school there were several from his previous schools. We were right the beer was flowing and wine for the few girls that were there. Roz his stepmother said she needed to go and collect his present. I offered to go with her. I had expected to go in the Lamborghini but instead she jumped into the Rolls Royce. Nice I thought, although I probably would have preferred the Lamborghini. Off we went and when we got to the shop I could see why she needed the Rolls. The box was huge and heavy as I helped the shop guy load it into the boot. As Roz got in she wasn't very lady like and I got a quick flash of panties. It had my cock beginning to wake. Rox said she had just one more stop to make and when we got there she told me to stay in the car. She was soon back and as she went to get in I put my hand on her seat and she sat on my hand and I had a good feel of her arse before she pushed my hand away telling me I was very naughty. The push and rebuke were pretty half hearted and I half expected to get a "I'll give you six months to stop that" from her. On the way back there were some lakes that as a small child I had often been taken to. To my surprise she swung off the main road and swung into a carpark. In a very short period of time I was in the back seats with her and our clothes were strewn everywhere. She was extremely flexible the way she straddled my cock and rode me. I was loving it. What's not to love a beautiful woman in a Rolls Royce and on my cock, and better still it was Gilbert's step mum. It didn't last too long and we were dressing and then hurrying back to the party. On the drive, Roz told me that whatever I did I couldn't tell anyone about what we had just done. I agreed and hoped that it could happen again. A short time later I went off to work and college for an apprenticeship. Gilbert went to University for Media Studies or something like that. On my second Tuesday I saw the green Lamborghini in the carpark. Later I bumped into Roz. She was doing an adult refresher course. She offered me a lift home. I can tell you that as nice as a Lamborghini is there is no way you can fuck in one. We kissed and I fingered her pussy and played with her tits, but a fuck was out of the question. As she dropped me off she offered me a lift in and back the following week. Of course I accepted it. On Tuesday I was waiting for her to arrive. I was looking out for the green Lamborghini. Imagine my surprise when she arrived in Gilbert's car, all nicely resprayed and polished. On the way home we again ended up at the lakes and in the back seats. Not quite as comfortable as the Rolls, but it the quality of the fuck that counted. We screwed twice, once with me on top and the second time in the doggy position. Not that easy in a smallish car, but needs must as they say. For the next two years we screwed almost every Tuesday during term time. During that time I saw Gilbert about three times. I enjoyed knowing I was banging his step mum. Then Gilbert's father was working in New York leaving the house empty as he had also taken his chauffeur with him and Gilbert was back at University. Talk about fill your boots, I was banging Roz every evening and sometimes staying over. It was only when her husband was home did we refrain from meeting. This lasted up and beyond the end of my apprenticeship. I was now much busier at work and we could only catch the odd time together. Gilbert also finished University and went into working in television. Then on one of our meetings Roz told me that her husband was retiring and that he was buying them a place in Cornwall and another in Spain. In the last week that I would get away with seeing her I slept the full week in her bed. On our last time together she said something that took me a long time to figure out. In short her husband knew and allowed her to sleep with me. I tried to persuade her to allow me to travel to Cornwall and see her sometimes, but she stopped it dead. What memories I have though of sleeping with the step mother of someone famous.